The Angel of Death

Chapter 5

Two weeks later, Somewhere in North America

John and I continue to travel with no destination in mind. We sleep in the woods or in abandoned buildings. We feed when we are hungry and often occupy the homes of the people we have killed. We talk often, there is little else to do. I cannot get him out of my head. Sometimes I see him looking at me and I think, perhaps he feels something for me as well. But nothing ever comes of it. It is driving me crazy. I can hardly think of anything else. I pull myself off of the ground where we spent the night. I look over at John. He is still sleeping, the early morning light falling through the trees and dancing across his bare chest. I look away, I don't want to be caught staring. I gather up the few things I have obtained over the last two weeks and gently nudge John awake. He wakes up with a smile.

         "Morning." He says. "I suppose we should get going. I don't think we're far from the next town." He gets up and pulls his shirt back on. We walk off in the direction we've been heading this whole time. As we walk we talk again. "I've been thinking about my family lately. They died when our farm burnt down. I was outside at the time. I ran, I didn't go back for them." He says sadly. He has talked about his family before. His mother hated him, she never wanted a son. But he always speaks of his father and sister fondly.

         "That's not your fault. You saved yourself, anyone would have done the same. I have been thinking of the past as well, of my daughter." I always think of my daughter. I had loved my wife, but it was not the same. So many women died giving birth, not as many children coughed up blood until they couldn't breathe. 

         "She sounds so wonderful when you talk about her. It doesn't seem fair that these things happen." He replies. I do not answer. Of course it is unfair that these things happen, but we have killed more than our share of people who had families. We have become the things that happen. We continue walking until a town rises over the horizon. We stop and make sure we are free of blood stains. Satisfied that we are, we enter the town. It is relatively small, but busy. Many people are out and about on the streets, doing whatever they do to fill their days. Our quest is simple, we have been talking about it for days. We are going to find an inn and have a proper night's sleep in beds. We have managed to steal and scavenge quite a bit of money and should be able to afford a room. We may be creatures of the night, but some comforts are not easily forgotten. We find an inn and sit down at the bar. A large man with a beard to match walks up to us.

         "What can I get you lads?" He asks in a booming Scottish accent. 

         "A pint each and a room if you have them." John replies. The man nods and starts pulling the pints. 

          "We do have a room upstairs. Just the one though so you boys will have to share." I manage not to react as he places the mugs in front of us. The beer is surprisingly good, most beer isn't much to get excited about especially because I cannot get drunk. John and I drink our beers and pay the owner for our room and drinks. He looks surprised to see two dirty, scruffy men carrying so much coin. But he doesn't ask how we obtained it. We take our things up to the room. The room is modest, two beds, a chair and a table. I start making up one of the beds and unpacking the few possessions I have. John does the same and we eventually wander out of the inn and back into the town. 

           "What should we do now?" I ask as we walk through the streets. 

           "I'm not sure. It is too busy for us to feed right now, we would be caught." He answers. I nod. We mostly just wander around for a while. Eventually I get bored. 

           "Come with me." I say. I lead John out of the town, far into the woods where we are unlikely to be seen. 

           "What are we doing?" He asks. I smile.

           "How long has it been since you ran? Really ran." He smiles back. We pull off our shoes and socks and take off into the woods. I run as fast as I possibly can, dodging the trees as they fly by me. I look over at John and I see him climb up a tree and jump from branch to branch above my head. I climb up the next tree I reach and chase after him, I can't help myself. He is fast, and he is playing a game. Just as I get close he jumps to another branch, dodging me at every turn. He leaps to the ground and I follow. He stops in front of me and turns around.

         "This was a wonderful idea. I feel so alive! It saddens me that soon we'll have to go our separate ways." My heart sinks. 

          "Why would we have to do that? I like travelling with you." I say. He smiles sadly.

           "As do I. But I cannot doom myself to following in your shadow. You will hate me anyway, when you learn the truth." I walk up to him and place my hand on his shoulder. 

           "Tell me, John. We are friends, that won't change." What could this horrible secret be?

            "I am in love with you, Julien. I truly am, I can't help what I am. But I understand that it is not meant to be. I know you will never love me back." He says, tears rolling down his face. I smile wide. I take his face in my hands and pull him close.

             "Why on Earth would you think that?" I say and I kiss him. After a brief moment of shock he kisses me back. This is exactly the way I imagined it would be. His tongue probes my fangs as I drink in his scent. I tangle my hands in his hair, part of me is afraid it will end too soon, so I hold onto him tightly. I lean up against a tree as he pulls away. 

             "My God, Julien. To think that all this time, you wanted this too." He breathes as he kisses me again. I bring my mouth to his neck and bite softly, he moans quietly. I pierce his skin and drink in his blood. He does the same to me as we stand alone in the forest together. We kiss again, less desperate now. We have all the time we need. I push John off of me and tear his shirt open. "At least I have a spare." He says with a laugh. He shrugs his shirt off and then tears mine off. He shoves me up against the tree, raking his claws down my chest. I groan from the pain, but he doesn't stop. He kneels down and licks the blood from my skin, then he begins to undo my trousers. I step away from the tree and lie down on the forest floor. John pulls my trousers off and takes my cock in his mouth. I moan as his tongue and teeth move over me. He lifts his head and smiles at me. "I have wanted to do this for you since the day we met. You are just so beautiful, so tempting. I don't think I could have held off much longer." He says.

            "And you make my head spin, John." I reply as he returns to his work. After a few minutes he crawls over me and kisses me again. I lift him up and place him on the ground, I take his trousers off and return the favour. He practically screams as I suck him. I continue for a time, but I can't help thinking about his body. About shoving my cock into his tight ass. I stand up and haul John up with me. Before he can say anything I push him down from behind. I hear him laugh.

           "All you had to do was ask." He says. I reply with a low growl as I grip his ass tight with my hands. I shove my cock into him and we both moan. I push harder and harder until we are both grunting and screaming. I reach down and take his cock in my hand. I rub it up and down as I thrust. On a whim I take my other hand and drag my claws down his back. John screams, first in pain but it quickly gives way to pleasure. Finally we climax together, it is wonderful. This is the best I have felt in a very long time. I withdraw and we settle down onto the grass. I run my hands slowly over his chest as we kiss again. 

          "Stay with me, John. Don't leave me." I beg. He smiles and purrs while he runs his hand through my hair. 

           "Of course, Julien. I cannot imagine leaving you now." We made love again there in the woods. When we finished we dressed and returned to the inn, the innkeeper wisely did not mention our tattered shirts. I knew we couldn't risk anything in our room or someone would hear us. I climbed into my bed and was shocked when John followed a second later. "I just want to be near you, just to sleep." He explained. I smiled and wrapped him in my arms and drifted off to sleep.